Shall I compare thee to a Vancouver season?
Burrard Inlet, May 2022, as seen from a very notorious institution. Only if I could describe the relief after taking this photo... Finally, much to my lengthy wait, the torrential drizzles of Vancouver visited less frequently, except for the nocturnal downpours that crystalize the grass blades outside the front yard and leave ugly mud stains on my shoes when I pass to school. Well into May, the season is still lingering between the wet spring and the sunny summer, just like me dallying between which college to send scores from AP exams (which, by the way, I have just finished last week!). I could eventually get outside more often and enjoy the sunshine without having to put on my gigantic winter jacket. Everything seems to be entrenched in an everlasting aura of vivacity, from the tulips drooping their heavy purple crowns to the bushes filled with the chirpings of little winged beasts. The joyous springtime daylight has replaced the murky wintertime darkness, as evidenced by the faint ...